On the ninth day of the first lunar month of the first year of Yongchang, Yudu was shrouded in blizzard and deathly silence. Eight-year-old Yang Luanliang had only been in time for seven days. When observing his filial piety, he only gently pulled his younger brother, but he was scolded by the inner court for overstepping his bounds. No one should have cared about him, but he caused fierce disputes among many royal brothers, and the undercurrent of the struggle for the throne actually surged because of him, the little prince.
With the sudden decree of the Third Palace, Yang Luanliang, a prince with no background, became the heir apparent! When he stepped into Daxing Hall surrounded by nobles, what awaited him was extreme loneliness. No one came close to serve him, and everyone avoided him. There were only a few hidden glances, which hid different emotions - the solemn female official beside the empress dowager Kangshou looked at him calmly; the smart maid next to the empress, her eyes flickered when she peeked; and the mysterious noblewoman hiding in the dark, holding power, seemed to have included him in the chess game.
The puppet position is full of murderous intentions. Are these women with their own agendas his help to break the situation, or are they a more dangerous whirlpool?
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